[color=pink][h3]Lyn[/h3][/color] 

Lyn listened, hearing Mei’s description and slowly let her imagination run rampant. Birds, cows, and several other creatures cropped up in her head where they swirled around in a blender, twisting in bizarre creations. Some were mixed match creatures. Like cows with eight legs to bird like wings or horses with beaks, and even birds with compound eyes. Others looked like the physical representations of their names such as horseflies, dogfish, and more. The pure silliness in her head was enough to make Lyn giggle out loud, her hand raised to stifle it, as the mood  was undisturbed by her guardian's rudeness. 

When they arrived at the carousel, her eyes scrunched up in question. At finally seeing the thing her uncle was excited about and she then peered down in question at him. Mainly her eyes were asking if that thing still worked at all. Despite the paint job and repaired parts, it still looked like there was already several years under its belt. 

To add to her growing anxiety, Lyn noticed it was mostly children who was riding and without being accompanied by adults. The seats were gradually emptied to release the prior riders and they followed the workers, mostly human leading them toward an exit. Meanwhile new customers were bring led to the various mounts then carefully instructed to sit down, hold on tightly and remain still. There didn’t appear to be any sort of harnesses unlike the saddles and other safety measures many of the teachers made when they let her ride the many animals.  

Tyrael didn’t seem to notice her glance. Instead, he picked her up and placed her down, allowing her feet to find purchase upon the firm ground behind. She was literally placed behind the earlier female. It was the very one who had made an impatient comment and was still likely tapping her foot, wanting to get onto the ride herself. Ignoring the woman for a moment, Lyn peered around her to watch Tyrael’s larger figure move through the collection of individuals. He easily parted the crowds in the line who spotted him and gave him wide berth, thanks to his appearance. It likely looked like he was cutting in line to most. 

Lyn shook her head not fully understanding everyone’s fear of her god father. 

Unable to hear his conversation, her head turned to introduce herself to the woman. Though she promised Leith, as well as the others, she would speak physically, the idea of looking strange in front of a possible new friend was not something she wanted. Not to mention her struggling to make sounds and noises could be seen as rude. So, the child let her rune do the talking. 

The friendly, childish voice broke out across the air toward the half elf and human. Lyn’s left hand clasped her rune while her free hand raised outward in greeting like she had seen numerous people do in the past. To the woman, Lyn almost looked identical to a normal, healthy human six year old. In reality, her mental state was more around seven or nine, though her eyes also gave away her origins. The pupils were thin and curved down, much like a snake's. Despite the reaction she might gain, Lyn tried to be nice as she could when she spoke. [color=pink][i]’Hello. My name is Lyn, you waiting for carousel too?’[/i][/color]

Before the older woman could answer, movement caused Lyn attention and shifted her head to identify it. It was a Naersan human of slight paleness wearing a dark, green tunic and buck breeches heading their direction. The newcomer’s boots clipped along the college’s cobblestone grounds, her three swords wiggled at her hips, as something seemed off to the child. Her serpent like tongue flickered from her lips to catch the scent and wrinkled her nose abruptly. It was human...yet, something was off. Something she couldn’t quite understand and out of her past experience. It perked her curiosity enough to make her stare then follow where the woman walked to, unsure if it was polite to call her over or wait.